My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

On the streets of New York.

Two people stood next to the trash can, smoking cigarettes one after another.

Light smoke drifted in the night wind, and from time to time, several urban beauties in high heels walked slowly by, ogling one of them.

After smiling back, Ethan shook off the ashes.

"Do you trust your friend?" Xiao curled his lips and said a little unnaturally: "You know my current situation and don't like to be exposed in front of federal agencies."

"rest assured."

Ethan bit the cigarette butt and grinned: "Even if you kill someone in front of him, he won't ask a single word!"

That guy had a relationship with him that shared tens of millions of dollars in stolen goods. If he couldn't believe that, he didn't know what else could be trusted, as long as there wasn't a fundamental conflict of interest.

This relationship is often the strongest.

To this.

Xiao looked at Ethan curiously.

Although everyone had been honest with each other, she was still surprised by the other party's unruly tactics.

His previous work experience was as a police sergeant in a department in Chicago, so why did he meet a special agent from the FBI branch in New York? It sounded like the relationship was extraordinary.

Not long after, a Chevrolet Suburban roared over.

When he got close to the two of them, he stopped hastily.

"Hey~"

The car window lowered, revealing a bald man wearing a cheap black suit. There was a strange smile on his pale face, which made his nasolabial folds particularly obvious.

"boarding."

After putting out the cigarette butt, Ethan opened the passenger door.

He didn't forget to look at the back row.

"Stop looking." Phillips knocked on the steering wheel, the nasolabial folds on his face getting even worse: "Jill returned to Quantico for training. There is no one you know in New York except me, Mayor Morgan."

Jill is a female agent under Phillips.

Big girl with short black hair.

He looks very similar to the character of the same name in Resident Evil, and he had a night of in-depth communication with Ethan.

But that's not the point now.

"Are you investigating me?"

His eyes narrowed, and his tone contained a hint of dissatisfaction.

Xiao, who followed him into the car, sat quietly, looking back and forth between the two of them.

"Please."

Phillips shrugged, his nasolabial folds showing a strong smile: "When a friend makes a big fuss in New York and disappears for a few days, he suddenly calls and says that he can not only return the favor."

"I still owe one more."

"Normal people would want to know the other person's current situation, right? Mayor Morgan!"

"It seems to make sense." Ethan touched his chin, smiled and stretched out his hand to the other party: "As I said on the phone just now, I will give you a big reward this time, a bunch of criminal policemen and sole traders."

"You owe me one."

"no problem."

Phillips held Ethan's hand tightly, his eyes brightening: "How about I return it to you now and arrange a position as a team commander for you, with freedom to do things and an independent office."

"All the beautiful female agents in the bureau will be arranged for you."

"Cough~"

Ethan coughed violently and shook the guy's hand away: "Fuck, do you want to return the favor or find someone to work for you?"

"It's all the same."

Phillips smiled, not the slightest bit embarrassed on his face.

Moreover, he also tried to persuade.

To be honest, he regretted introducing people to Hank before.

Now I know that the other party has resigned.

He just called Hank and scolded him first, and the next thing he thought about was how to get him on board, otherwise if the guy from the CIA found out, there would be another competitor.

"Look, I'm not kidding."

Phillips rubbed his hands and said hurriedly: "There will be no office politics. I will take care of those. You will be responsible for field work and can take on any federal cases you are interested in. This does not include New York."

"You can go from coast to coast if you want."

"The funds are sufficient!"

In his opinion, the conditions he provided were not outrageous at all.

Ever since Ethan Morgan went to Chicago to help Hank, he has been credited one after another for his old friend's head, and there have been countless seizures, which makes people drool just looking at them.

Xiao, who was sitting in the back, had become stunned.

She has never seen anyone recruiting people like this. These conditions made the female agent even a little excited.

I don't know what that guy deserves to be treated like this.

"You're just a special agent."

Ethan glanced at him sideways and said playfully: "Don't sound like you are like the director."

As soon as these words came out, Philip suddenly became anxious.

"Don't underestimate me."

He didn't care that there were strangers around, and slapped his skinny chest: "The director doesn't care about the specific operations. Please believe that my authority is about the same as that of the detective supervisor."

"All of this can be done, OK!"

Decades of experience in the FBI.

Although he only carries the title of special agent, his reach is extraordinary.

Otherwise, it would be impossible to chat and laugh with Matt, and to be able to eat tens of millions and escape unscathed. This alone is not something ordinary agents can do.

"OK."

Ethan waved his hand helplessly and said with a headache: "This is not why I asked you to come out tonight."

"Have your people been arranged?"

"Of course." Seeing him like this, Phillips had no choice but to suppress the idea of ​​recruiting for the time being: "There are several action teams on standby. As long as what you mentioned happens, they can arrest people at any time."

"Who is this friend of yours?"

As he spoke, he glanced at the rearview mirror.

"No one." Ethan clicked on the tracker and urged: "Let's go, find the person first."

In the rearview mirror, Xiao just sat quietly.

He didn't mean to speak.

She followed up this time just to ensure that the arrest operation could be completed smoothly. For things like what she was doing now, to be honest, she didn't want to have too much contact with the federal department, because she might be right one day.

Phillips simply hit the accelerator.

As long as you have merit, it doesn't matter who the other party is. People become better with age. Mr. Agent said that his curiosity is not that serious.

The Saab shuttle swung its front and quickly merged into the traffic flow.

Following the guidance of the tracker, they soon arrived in Queens, and hoisted up a gray Ford from a distance. Looking at the movement of the light spot on the tracker, they all determined that this was the target vehicle.

"Did you see the two cars next to you?"

Ethan gestured to the vehicle next to the gray Ford: "If you guessed correctly, they should be in the same group."

"Um."

Phillips nodded slightly and stared straight ahead.

Following the cars driving around, they soon came to a remote neighborhood. The veteran agent, who was very experienced in tracking, slowed down the car in advance. When the other car stopped, he turned Saboban into the shadows of the street.

"Take it."

Opening the armrest box, Phillips grabbed two telescopes from inside: "Let's see what these people want to do first."